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And so we hear about the past on the old monitors. The screens that we have, that you see every day, that now are part of the eye as a permanent fixture. The isolation is complete and we look to each other through glasses.
The history is computed and assessed for some of the people in some ways and some of the people in other ways. We are filled with doubt, but this doubt seems strange and new.
We see the history on the screens and we see the facts and the clarity and the assured static concrete lumps that imply and say and state and make it clear that there are things that are true and correct and that make sense and that are understandable, but who knows what could happen tomorrow, or even yesterday.
History seems to talk from the past through the machines of the future. It is as if in history people seemed to have been sure as to what was happening. People obviously knew what was happening and were clear about everything.
In the future it is sensible to understand that there is no such thing as this certainty. That red queens race, where to repeat it again so as that one does not have to read through the horrible annoyance of the looking glass that reflects the view of somebody other than the person that it reflects, where one must run as fast as one can in order to stay in place one must run as fast as one can. To stand still is to fall behind. The exhaustion of living is a selection force that presents an opportunity to adapt.
Now we never might know where it is that we are going to be at any moment when we are really living, but suddenly it is understood that history is not to be trusted either.
It is like the heisenberg situation is now completely oruberotic. I would not want to not understand that which I know now, but I wish that I knew it then.
We dont want to just mention some interconnected images. But something sticks in the vision, the notion of a thing that floats in the space.
Something that is quantum locked and just sits there in the air. Something that changes shape, something that moves and stays in place, something that stays still and continuously moves.
The intense assuredness of a certain sort. Getting into all sorts of ripping yarns an madcap adventures. Looking out the door, there are children squeaking and giggling in the Hoff. Looking out the door it seems like the time of isolation has ended a wave, with sounds outside of humans.
But it is just another wave of isolation. An isolation that is like a thought that is long forgotten and slowly remembered. You might not know what is happening next, but what you do know is what happening right now.
It seems easy to just stop still dead forever at any time, but of course that is the sort of thing that is going to happen anyway.
You might think that there are only a few ways to think about certain thoughts. There are quite a few ways to think about things. So you think about things in some way or another way?
The terrible sensation that something is not quite there, in the corner of the eye, or just over the horizon. We are sure of how we feel, or are we? What about the psyche that is torn apart and put back together by institutional forces. The psyche that constructs a world statistically. A person that is formed through energies of average putting together notions.
It is a funny thing. When we dont know who we are? Wait a moment, what was I thinking?
Suddenly it is a narrative.
Here is a person, alone, surrounded by other people. Wondering if the thoughts that are part of the thinking part of the brain are being thought by the thinker or by somebody else. The average average average. Perhaps there is some sort of brain damage happening.
It is interesting to think of some sort of brain damage happening at the same time as thinking about it.
The collapse of the self as it it happening.
Suddenly imagining something that does not exist. And then forgetting what it was. And remembering what it was to remember.
So it would be time to get up. Imagine that there is a possibility. What are you as human as you might be? Collections. Extensions of the hyper. Exponential time is all to0 human in the moment.
The constructions. We have a notion. Built by averages made from statistics. And then here it is. It is a moment of movement like a bit of a lurch.
Writing comes after talking and was so important and then suddenly radio, television, video, and finally digitisation of most analog inputs combined with machine learning text to speech. This makes identity and history.
It is important to remember at that moment, that something, that possibility, that possibly, that somebody, that however, that there are a lot of things, but that sometimes a lot of things is not a lot of meaning.
Suddenly standing, I have to wonder, where the money is coming from? It is difficult enough to understand or even imagine where it goes, right now, I am really trying to think, and that thinking, is all about where the money comes from.
Somebody said, just a moment ago, that money comes from people.
And so we hear about the past on the old monitors. The screens that we have, that you see every day, that now are part of the eye as a permanent fixture. The isolation is complete and we look to each other through glasses.
The history is computed and assessed for some of the people in some ways and some of the people in other ways. We are filled with doubt, but this doubt seems strange and new.
We see the history on the screens and we see the facts and the clarity and the assured static concrete lumps that imply and say and state and make it clear that there are things that are true and correct and that make sense and that are understandable, but who knows what could happen tomorrow, or even yesterday.
History seems to talk from the past through the machines of the future. It is as if in history people seemed to have been sure as to what was happening. People obviously knew what was happening and were clear about everything.
In the future it is sensible to understand that there is no such thing as this certainty. That red queens race, where to repeat it again so as that one does not have to read through the horrible annoyance of the looking glass that reflects the view of somebody other than the person that it reflects, where one must run as fast as one can in order to stay in place one must run as fast as one can. To stand still is to fall behind. The exhaustion of living is a selection force that presents an opportunity to adapt.
Now we never might know where it is that we are going to be at any moment when we are really living, but suddenly it is understood that history is not to be trusted either.
It is like the heisenberg situation is now completely oruberotic. I would not want to not understand that which I know now, but I wish that I knew it then.
We dont want to just mention some interconnected images. But something sticks in the vision, the notion of a thing that floats in the space.
Something that is quantum locked and just sits there in the air. Something that changes shape, something that moves and stays in place, something that stays still and continuously moves.
The intense assuredness of a certain sort. Getting into all sorts of ripping yarns an madcap adventures. Looking out the door, there are children squeaking and giggling in the Hoff. Looking out the door it seems like the time of isolation has ended a wave, with sounds outside of humans.
But it is just another wave of isolation. An isolation that is like a thought that is long forgotten and slowly remembered. You might not know what is happening next, but what you do know is what happening right now.
It seems easy to just stop still dead forever at any time, but of course that is the sort of thing that is going to happen anyway.
You might think that there are only a few ways to think about certain thoughts. There are quite a few ways to think about things. So you think about things in some way or another way?
The terrible sensation that something is not quite there, in the corner of the eye, or just over the horizon. We are sure of how we feel, or are we? What about the psyche that is torn apart and put back together by institutional forces. The psyche that constructs a world statistically. A person that is formed through energies of average putting together notions.
It is a funny thing. When we dont know who we are? Wait a moment, what was I thinking?
Suddenly it is a narrative.
Here is a person, alone, surrounded by other people. Wondering if the thoughts that are part of the thinking part of the brain are being thought by the thinker or by somebody else. The average average average. Perhaps there is some sort of brain damage happening.
It is interesting to think of some sort of brain damage happening at the same time as thinking about it.
The collapse of the self as it it happening.
Suddenly imagining something that does not exist. And then forgetting what it was. And remembering what it was to remember.
So it would be time to get up. Imagine that there is a possibility. What are you as human as you might be? Collections. Extensions of the hyper. Exponential time is all to0 human in the moment.
The constructions. We have a notion. Built by averages made from statistics. And then here it is. It is a moment of movement like a bit of a lurch.
Writing comes after talking and was so important and then suddenly radio, television, video, and finally digitisation of most analog inputs combined with machine learning text to speech. This makes identity and history.
It is important to remember at that moment, that something, that possibility, that possibly, that somebody, that however, that there are a lot of things, but that sometimes a lot of things is not a lot of meaning.
Suddenly standing, I have to wonder, where the money is coming from? It is difficult enough to understand or even imagine where it goes, right now, I am really trying to think, and that thinking, is all about where the money comes from.
Somebody said, just a moment ago, that money comes from people.
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